On this day, as it turned out, I just want to watch my money burn. Me? I'm much more of a masochist than a sadist. In The Dark Knight, Michael Caine's Alfred remarks that 'some men just want to watch the world burn' to explain the sadistic nature of the Joker. The sugary green liquid is coursing through my system. It's all a lot for a night owl to take in so early on a weekend, but these sights and sounds will be my home this day. Over the chirping, electronic cacophony of spinning digital wheels, I look over and attempt to organize the slips of paper from the kiosk, ones that cost me over $100. About half of the dozen lounge seats beside me are already filled with guys in lovingly worn-down gear boasting logos of their favorite teams.
I park at my destination, slowly shuffle into the building, grab one of the many free cups of Mountain Dew I will consume over the course of the day, spend a few minutes making selections at a kiosk and finally slump into a comfy chair in front of an array of screens. on a fall Sunday morning when I throw on a Denver Broncos T-shirt and saunter to my car to drive, bleary-eyed, out to Airway Heights. Wagers at one of Spokane Tribe Casino's kisosks.
